Clang!
The blue-blue sword slammed into the ancient gold iron bar and exploded!
The ground and the floor tiles are scattered by the swords!
"who!"
Mo Xiong's face was cold, and she looked up subconsciously. At the top of the ancient gold iron rod, he saw a person.
Coincidentally, this person is also watching him.
A simple black coat with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands were in his trouser pockets, his long hair covering his eyes, his eyes narrow...
What makes Moxon most annoyed is that look!
Disdain!
Moxiong is a leader of Yusu Mountain, in Yunshui world, who dare to disrespect him in Jiuzhou! Such a small cultivator dared to look down on himself!
How arrogant is this boy!
at the same time.
After Magic Cudgel, when Ouyang Changyi had not responded to all of this, a woman in white came to his side and flew away.
"you…"
